No empathy he has He says no, not for anyone but me Oh so empty his blind black eyes His blind black eyes, they cannot see Any tender human a real skin Only dots, tiny dots on the TV screen For that is psychopathic logic All alone, keeping his hands clean She had it coming to her My psycho, he says that all the time "The hell I give, it is better, she doesn't even know that she is mine" All that lies to him, they are with nothing They are just puppets, puppets in lens He gets off on all of her suffering He is just tell us, and he tell us of her friends Scared, hiding, he can't help it That's the truth, he said he'll kill again He shared his findings, that is psychopathic logic He's so dystrophies, he's so damn to her friends Only ship to him is central to own the girl, to own her world And truth, he's so scared of her, he can love her, that is sure For love is a loving topic, and feeling human to the core Define his psychopathic logic He can feel it from his point of view as a ghost on the floor For love is a loving topic, and feeling human to the core Define his psychopathic logic He can feel it from his point of view as a ghost on the floor